Took The Tater for his three-year-old check up yesterday. Here are his stats:
Height: 41 inches
Weight: 37 pounds (or at least roughly that. He freaked out when I made him take off his shoes and then refused to stand up on the scale, so I just sat him there instead)
The doctor wanted to know how many servings of vegetables he eats in any given day and I was all like, "He's had at least two servings of vegetables this year, so I'm calling that a win."
She also wanted to know why he hasn't gained any weight in the past six months. Um...because he only eats one meal a day (and we never know which one it will be or how much he'll eat) and the rest of the time, he subsists on goldfish crackers and dirt.
He is in the 95th percentile in both height and weight, just as his sister is/was.
We raise them big. Like prize winning steers.